The night is silent. The full moon moves towards the center of the sky illuminating the dark forest below. The moon glows an eerie red, a strange thing to do on a solstice night. On the edge of the forest lies a small house with two main windows on either side of the front door. A shadow moves away from one of the main windows. All the lights in the house go out, except for a small flicker of light that comes from a window at the bottom of the house. A girl peers out of the small basement window.
The girl is in a small room. A dirty beat up mattress lay on the cement floor to her right. She stands in front of her only window, her only way of knowing if it is night or day. The candle lights up her pale complexion. Her high cheek bones are a deep purple that match her swollen lips. Her long dark hair covers her shoulders. Her eyes are dull green, lifeless and in pain. The small candle she stares at slowly grows smaller and smaller as time goes by. Soon it will